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Poem: Grass Today Thrown Into the Fire

I had a hankering the other day to write a poem.  I’ve already been kicking around a novella on similar themes.  I think- I’m not sure- this poem was inspired finally by finishing Elizabeth Bettina’s It Happened in Italy.  I found myself reflecting again about the older generations and what they achieved and has since been forgotten.  Anyway, the poem probably isn’t any good but why should that stop me from posting it?  🙂

With hoary heads the ancient ones tread

rank upon file and file upon rank

day upon day and year atop year

until one by one, each by each, life shed

fading away in advance of new shoots

that grow and grow straight to the sun

fighting the fights and winning the wars

victors in their illusory prime

til to their shock  comes time

soon with hoary heads they trod

soon to be forgotten as they had forgot

memories of they and their doing full shod

and yet as each generation march through

their honorable deeds go ahead

to greet the ancients one by one

unforgotten by the One

who took the path of the dead

whose honor gives honor

whose victory secures victory

who greets the ancients when they sleep

and raises them saplings tender

and in his safe arms thereafter

ever keep.

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1 comment

    • David on May 10, 2009 at 7:45 am

    I like that poem. I’m impressed.

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